Chapter 130

Victoria's POV The office door closed behind me, and I found Damien exactly where I'd left him—seated at my desk like he owned the place. He'd set aside whatever book he'd been reading, his eyes now fixed on me with that intense, almost predatory gaze that made my wolf stir. "Finished?" he asked casually, as if he hadn't just cooled his heels for nearly two hours. I noticed that despite the stacks of documents on my desk, everything remained untouched. He hadn't so much as glanced at my files—I had to give him credit for that. Instead, he'd clearly been occupied with a couple of books from my shelf. "Yes," I replied, placing my tablet on the side table. "I'm surprised you're still here." "Didn't we agree on dinner?" A slow smile played on his lips. "Was I supposed to just abandon you to eat alone?" My eyes flicked to my desk. "Did you go through my things?" "What's the matter? Hiding something I shouldn't see?" His eyebrow arched playfully. "Don't tell me you've got a little voodoo dol